Last week, from my studio on the 436th floor of the a-void.ca Communications Complex here in downtown Metropolis, I was distraught at the lack of posts around here. But then I remembered it was still technically summer so I should get off my ass and go drink something, outdoors. In the meantime I made you this mix, which was pretty easy since three of my favourite labels – Kompakt, Poker Flat and Full Pupp – have lately been kicking out the slam-dunk house and disco jams.
Check this out, and keep your eyes peeled for the return of actual writing on this site starting next week…
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1. The Telephones – Lotusland (Sunrise Mix) – Lotusland (Love On The Rocks)
2. Trulz & Robin- Mosemannen – I Takeskogen (Full Pupp)
3. Tobias Thomas & Michael Mayer – Unter Holzern – Kompakt: Total 14 (Kompakt)
4. Audion – Sky – Sky / Motormouth Remixes (Ghostly International)
5. Ali Love – Deep Into The Night (Hercules & Love Affair Remix) – Deep Into The Night (Crosstown Rebels)
6. Oyvind Morken – Gnagsar I Hjernen – Gnagsar I Hjernen (Full Pupp)
7. Nick Monaco – Six Blade Knife Edit – 1978 – 1980 Edits (WL Black)
8. Bohemian Groove – BG Funk (Posthuman Remix) – A Musical Drama (Throne Of Blood)
9. Blond:ish – Birds Eat Birds (original mix) – Wunderkammer (Kompakt)
10. Martin Landsky – Personal Decay – Poker Flat Dubs, Vol. 2 (Poker Flat)
11. Skinnerbox – The Snowflake Arp,- Love Songs for the Broken Hearted Arpeggiator (Treat Your DJ Right)
12. Sparky – Portland (Tuff City Kids TB Mix) – Portland (Tuff City Kids Remixes) (Numbers)
13. Medu – Bronq – Shi-Sei (Dissonant)
14. Wiley – You Know The Words (DEVolution Remix) – You Know The Words (One More Tune)
15. Tobias. – Cursor Item Only (Peter Van Hoesen Remix) – Remixes (Unterton)
16. Randomer- ,Stupid Things I Do (Old School Mix),- Stupid Things I Do (Clone)
17. Paul Kalkbrenner – Das Gezabel (Pan-Pot Remix) – X (Paul Kalkbrenner Music)
18. Caribou – Can’t Do Without You (Extended Mix) – Can’t Do Without You (Extended Mix) (Jiaolong)
The Air Between Words
A quick scan over my mixes will confirm what you already suspected, that if I thought I could get away with it I would only ever mix Martyn tunes always. (Ok, maybe with a bit of Night Slugs and R&S’ roster in there as well.) He’s one of maybe three left-field/bass music producers whose embrace of four-four kick drums didnt feel like a concession, and The Air Between Words just cements his mastery. There’s a dusty, from-the-catacombs air to choons like “Like That,” whose erotic moans and swishy house piano mixed with a gloomy baseline sounds like Lil Louis’ “French Kiss” remade for a rainy day in Wales. And the languid Fender Rhodes-isms of “Drones” are perfectly offset by the insistent groove, which never lets the track sink into melancholia or pander to baser instincts. That’s really the genius of Martyn in a nutshell: capturing a feeling of unease or tension while keeping the music itself animated and alive.Â Or maybe its just my overpowering urge to drop something dark and stormy like “Forgiveness Step 2” at peak time, turn the lights down – except for maybe a strobe – and see what happens.
Apparently Prins Thomas loathes the phrase “cosmic disco,” which makes me think it means something different from what he thinks it means. I read it as Kosmiche disco, a descendant of Can and other outfits bent on bringing experimental sensibilities to whatever cool shit was happening, including but not only dance music. If the definition of the subgenre doesn’t include a cut like the echo-laden, circular synth riff-driven, rolling drum hypnosis that is “Trans,” I don’t know what the hell you’d call it. In some ways this is the most stripped down of the three solo discs; it’s the most cerebral, but “cerebral” in the sense that, while the language it speaks isn’t really of the dance floor, it is viscerally intense. Not to mention sexy – I was struggling for a metaphor for bass lines that didn’t involve asses in skin-tight leather, and then I gave up, and here we are. Still. People forget that the brain is biggest erogenous zone, you know.
Not Not Fun
Dubby bass, hazy layers of sample smog, a singer who sounds likeÂ she’s talking in her sleep, how can you go wrong? Even now I’m not sure. Maria Minerva seized my attention with the DIY tape underground diva vibe of Cabaret Cixous – Toronto, there are three vinyl copies in Rotate This’ deep discount bin, which tells you how many people shared my affection – and a little more polish shouldn’t have gone astray. But Histrionic always seems to be beguilingly on the verge of getting good, and after a few listens, the fact that it never does gets damnably annoying. Not even a cheeky flip of a Pet Shop Boys lyric could dispel the air half-assed art schoolism. Go away and take your sub-Lana Del Rey schtick with you.